Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.